Made For You ~One Direction Fanfiction~

Chapter 2: Meeting The Girls

Ok guys! Here is the first "real" chapter! I'm gonna dedicate this to one of my first fans! ONEDIRECTIONBEIBER !!!!! Because she's awesome! :) Anyways, here ya go!! oh ya, thats #570 on the  side! :)

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Chapter 2

Niall POV

The week heading up till the day I would meet the girls, was the longest week of my life. I didn't do much. I woke up, ate hardly any breakfast, went to my room until Liam or Zayn brought me up food. Food that I wouldn't eat.

All day, I sat with my laptop open, headphones in, listening to whatever song played, talking to fans on Twitter, and every once in a while, I'd break down in tears. I'd never let the boys know. I need to be strong for them. They need to think I'm okay with this.

Liam's voice snapped me out of my trance. "Come on, Ni. It's time."

I nodded, my body immediately feeling numb. After I pulled on some sweats, and a white shirt, I headed down stairs to the lads, and we all hopped in the car.

The car ride was dead silent. I didn't mind though. I needed the quiet. I didn't want to talk to anyone right now.

When the car rolled to a stop, we all piled out. I quickly headed to the glass doors, pushing them open, and stepping inside the cold, white building. Immediately, we were approached by a very tall woman. Her slowly greying hair was pinned neatly in a bun on her head, her wire glasses sat on the tip of her nose. Her name tag, the wore the name "Mrs. White" was pinned professionally on her jacket. She looked stern, but her chocolate brown eyes held kindness.

"Good morning, Mr. Horan," she said to me, then faced the boys. "And to you boys as well." They all nodded in reply. "Well, then, I believe we should begin! Follow me."

She led us down a seemingly endless hallway, until we finally came to a door. Pulling it open, she quickly walking in, with us in tow. Inside the room, was nothing but a staircase leading downward. So, down we went.

At the bottom, we met the most miraculous sight. What looked like glass walls, surrounded us. Inside the walls, stood all different types of girls, differing in age, height, skin color, and body shape. But it looked as though, none of the girls could see us.

"The walls are built out of one-way mirrors. That allows us to view and observe them, without them knowing it," Mrs. White explained. "The bathrooms are in separate chambers for them to have their privacy in certain things, such as showering and the emptying of bodily fluids and wastes. The girls can not see or hear you. But you can see and hear them. Each room in the facility, is compact with a room, entertainment area, bathroom, and a kitchen. The girls do go to our cafeteria everyday for lunch, but most eat breakfast and dinner in their rooms. We have a library a little ways down, as well as an indoor pool, and a dance studio for them. The music room is right next to the dance studio, and the pool is right over there." She pointed to a door that I hadn't noticed upon arriving. 

She led us to a table that sat on what looked to be a moving floor. The table had a pile of papers on it, and a few pens. She indicated for us to sit and we did. I had Liam and Zayn on my right, and Harry and Louis on my left. The lights dimmed, and we felt the floor move beneath us, until we were in front of one of the rooms. The girl inside who had dark brown hair tanned skin, and brown eyes, was sitting on the sofa, reading a magazine, her manicured nails flipping the pages ever few seconds. She was pretty but she didn't interest me.

"This is #1 in our entire facility. She was the first to be recruited." At this, I stopped her, by raising my arm. "Yes, Mr. Horan?"

"Do you mean that, you just took these girls from their families, and they'll never get them back?" She looked at me in shock.

"Of course not, Mr. Horan!" She said. "We would never do such a thing! The girls in here have all had their memories erased of past family and friends and events. They actually get to choose. We find girls who are abused, homeless, orphaned, or unwanted by parents, and we bring them here, ask if they want this chance, and if they decide to, and most of them do, then we erase their memory, give them a name, and each girl gets their own adult to work with, and the adult is somewhat of a parent form. The girls here are talented. Some in music, some in art, some in both, some in singing, or dancing, some are readers, or scholars. They're all extremely bright girls, all because of the second chance they got." I nodded. That was kinda nice to do. In a slightly creepy way.

"Anyways, #1, her name is Jamie and...." All day we looked at girls. Occasionally, one of the boys would nudge my arm, and wink at me. Don't get me wrong, all the girls in here were all really pretty, but none of them actually caught my eye.

We were at #569 when I was about to give up. She was pretty, but she looked like one of those girls who is just way to preppy for my taste. I wanted so desperately to storm out right now. I had looked at way to many today. But before I could protest, we were moving again, on to #570.

I was ready to roll my eyes again, and think of how stupid this was, but this time was different. Her blond hair hung down to her mid back, in light curls, her eyes closed, eyelashes lightly brushing her cheeks, as she played the piano. Her delicate fingers trailed the keys with ease, knowing exactly where she wanted them to go. The music coming from the room was like nothing I had ever heard before. So delicate, fragile, and overall, beautiful.

"#570, who we named Silver, is one of our most spectacular girls. She's incredibly smart, an incredible artist, phenomenal dancer, and one of the most amazing, and talented musicians in our facility. However, she's a bit of a handful. She's the only girl in the facility who has the guts to even consider pulling any pranks on the staff." At this, I heard Louis mutter a small 'yes' under his breath. I rolled my eyes, but then quickly turned my attention back to the strange girl in front of me. I felt... connected? No, she was pretty and she seemed like she would fit the bill. I stopped Mrs. White in the middle of her sentence. The boys all looked at me in confusion.

"She's fine, I guess." I muttered. The boys looked slightly shocked but then they all slowly nodded. Mrs. White smiled a toothy grin.

"Well congratulations then! She'll go with you boys today, just let me tell her that she'll be leaving and have her pack." She walked towards a small door, typed in a pass code, and a small door slide open. Silver looked up as she entered and opened her eyes, which i now saw were a very pretty green. She smiled a little and stood up, walking to Mrs. White.

We saw their mouths moving, and Silver's eyes shine with tears. What was wrong? Was she not happy to be going away from here? Did she want to stay? But suddenly Silver smiled, turned around, and began to pack quickly. Mrs. White walked out and up to us. 

"You boys can leave now. We'll send her to your flat when she's finished. Goodbye boys. " She waved as we walked out. As soon as the air hit my face, I let out a sigh. It was near 3pm.

The boys and I jumped inside the car, and headed back to the flat.  I ignored the boys as they joked around. As soon as we reached the flat, we picked out a movie, putting it in and pressing play. The boys watched it, but I just sat there. I hugged my legs to my chest, and set my chin on top of my knees.

What's going to happen to us? To me?

Thoughts ran through my head concerning this 'Silver' girl. Slowly, my eyelids dropped. Finally, I drifted into a light sleep, wondering how all of this would turn out.

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Guys, the ending sucks!! I know!! But all the same, I worked hard on this, took me a while too xD but still, tell me what you think!!

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